End of Term run 22 June 2009

Start here, end there. Hum. Organise transport. The Captain will sort that out. Just concentrate on having some muscles and sinews still intact after yesterday (if you don't know, read the blog that follows this one). How nice to just turn up and have women tell you what to do. Should have thought of this earlier in life.

So to Loch Turret dam car park and the twelve disciples set out for a look at the countryside between Turret and Comrie and - for some - lunch at the Comrie Golf Club. Lovely sunny morning with a pleasant cooling breeze - and photo ops galore for sunny, smiling faces burnished by the wonderful Scottish sun.


So off we go then, complete with three dogs all intent on running at least three times as far as their owners. So far, so normal.


For anyone who can count, the missing individual is our stalwart Captain who was lingering and missed this photo shoot. She didn't miss too many others.


Soon though there came a moment for a break from battering the body and considering things of more import. Like "Where DID you get those grrrrreat shoes?" "Is that a designer knee bandage? - It's really funky." Ali thinks there's a really interesting stone on the road. Liz reminds herself to fix that hair appointment. George threatens to pull that gun and shoot (himself) if the conversation doesn't soon move onto something more interesting - like the upcoming Turntable Ladder of the Year Awards.



So to a proper group photo which allows George to practice proposing to someone or other and Liz to explain why she's been complaining about her sports bra. Kona asks for a low-level shot to disguise her white legs though several other members quietly hide the evidence of their lack of sunshine exposure. The dogs just think we're all barking mad. The photographer proves his magnificent competence by completely failing to operate the shutter delay facility and thereby being absent from this stunning group portrait.

But then - OMG!! - the leaders have gone the
wrong way!! Confusion!! Calamity!!
Oh but perhaps not - they're just taking a short cut 'cause they're not coming to lunch (having other better things to do). Relief!! The split in The Cabinet is not (after all) going to lead to the fall of The Government but merely a temporary separation of policy alignment. And there's no suggestion of anyone fiddling their expenses by claiming extra mileage on Route A as opposed to Route B. Whew!! All is well and the two happy groups toddle off their separate ways towards Nirvana. There will be no election of a new Leader - rest easy Kaz.





And so Fiona, taking the whole event in her stride, marches purposefully onwards whilst George offers his heartfelt congratulations to her on the pace-setting and its effect on his legs. Seonaid averts her eyes from the scene whilst Kona settles for gritting her teeth and smiling happily through everything.

Did this all end happily or were there tears at bedtime? Read on.....






Despite George's protestations that he really is in charge, Lara finally tires of his Human getting lost and decides the only answer is to lead him along the correct path. George is reassured that Lara has completed her selfless task of cleaning up the countryside of the unwanted bodies of dead rabbits.

Fiona agrees to be Sweeper for the Club - she counted them out, now she'll count them in.



Despite energetic attempts to throw off a grinning moron who's been following the women and making a nuisance of himself taking naughty pictures of them, Fiona finally nails him in this picture now being circulated to Police forces around Scotland. Claims by the moron to have been in East Kilbride at the time of the EK half marathon the day before have been irrefutably denied as being wholly implausible. A woman seen accompanying him from time to time has been traced and denies any responsibility for him.


But alls well that ends happily and, with no sign of the moron around to spoil the party, it's 'grinning happily' time as the party parties Italian style with Al Fresco and shares happy memories of endorphins given and received. The collie also expresses its view candidly.

So here's to next time and more unforgettable memories of women running together for fun, frolics and friendship (oh, yes, and of those strange blokes who keep hanging about).